Snippets
By Jonathan Berman

 

December 27, 2014

 

[4:27a]

 

When you find a dead end, be a passageway.

 

December 20, 2014

 

[3:27a]

 

I don't want to know how many things we have or don't have in common.
I like a little mystery i guess...
After all, it's not the amount of bulbs that matters, but how brightly they shine.

 

December 19, 2014

 

[4:10a]

 

When you are wise, you are clear with your words leaving no evidence of having spoken.

When you think you are wise, it is time to return to silence, school is in session.

 

December 18, 2014

 

[9:30p]

 

The First Thing The first thing I notice in photos is trees.

The first thing I notice in you is me.

The first thing I notice in movies is decor.

The first thing I notice in the sky is the door.

 

December 17, 2014

 

[11:15p]

 

For I have been a drop of water, and I have been the sea.

And when I looked for answers what I saw was me.

And when I let go of searching, in remorse for all my thoughts.

I never knew the beauty around me was more than I had sought.

 

December 13, 2014

 

[9:01p]

 

Faith is knowing that if you let go of all the sand that you cling to, there will still be a beach beneath you.

 

December 11, 2014

 

[8:19p]

 

For everyone whose visage materializes before your mind.. think of them as someone you care deeply for... focus love toward them, and you shall till the field for a great harvest.

 

December 5, 2014

 

[5:39a]

 

Even when silent, I am harmonizing.

 

[7:03a]

 

Heartstrings never felt so happy to be pulled away from their moorings and out into the clouds, built up from years of tear's condensation, frozen by fear, and now melting with you near...

 

December 4, 2014

 

[8:44p]

 

Meditation relies on nothingness, Prayer relies on somethingness.

 

December 3, 2014

 

[12:37a]

 

Perhaps that then is the fate of all men who leave behind any work... that someday their existence be questioned... and perhaps it is for the best... perhaps that existence is the coccoon, and once gone, the idea can fly free, forever, unhindered by the image of a man, carried on the winds of the imagination.